Tilda Swinton credited as playing...
The Expert
- The Expert: This could have been a hit-and-run, carjacking, me falling on the ice, and yet, here you are. If I screamed, right now, I'd still end up dead. You would make it out, most likely. But not clean, you wouldn't. Why take this risk?
- The Killer: Desperate for conversation?
- The Expert: I'm flattered, but no. You're here, because you couldn't help yourself. You expected to sit across from me and feel nothing but reassured, like that recent day when you shouldered your weapon, and somehow, missed.
- The Expert: I'm assuming you've also paid a visit to a certain over-adrenalized Floridian. No loss there.
- The Expert: When, for example, was the last time you bothered to ask yourself why someone in your sights was so thoroughly despised?
- The Killer: The less you know, the better.
- The Expert: One man's cruelty is another man's pragmatism, that old chestnut.
- The Expert: [resigned to the finality of her face-to-face with The Killer] I've been so good for so long. I'm suddenly regretting not having Häagen-Dazs with with every meal.
- The Expert: [walking ahead of The Killer] You'll remember our conversation. You will. When your time does arrive, it won't be your life flashing before your eyes, it'll be mine. I suppose it'll be the closest I can hope to come to haunting you.
- The Expert: For what it's worth, I would never have involved your female friend. What happened to her, I had no part in. I objected to his methods and I told him so. But, you've seen for yourself how... receptive.
- [snickering]
- The Expert: You know- you get a name, you get an address. It's nothing personal. We've all had to work through the occasional civilian who stood between eyes and the prize.
- The Expert: When I started, I was surprised at what I was capable of. How easy it was. Shockingly. Yet, I assured myself there were some things I would never do. Money was motivation. Which, once there was enough, could be used to buy another life. Another lie we told ourselves.
- The Expert: [pours herself a glass of whiskey] How is it possible. Having prepared myself for this moment for so long. I have failed to believe that it would ever arrive.
- [the Killer takes the snifter from her grasp]